Dragon Revenge Novels & Stories

Elyria’s POV I knew exactly what had happened. It was the dragon blood in me. Right before the coronation, Mother and I had been talking about it, and she had been willing to teach me everything she knew, but she was snatched away from me just like that. Right now, though, I had no choice but to play dumb in front of Charles. He still had a panicked look on his face from where my skin had burned him, and I didn’t know what to say at first, but I knew I had to come up with something.

Their rhythm is painful and beautiful. Together, the three dragons orchestrate her body like a symphony: Draven spewing heat that forces her open, Kael anchoring her with the steady violence of his desire, Rion chilling the burn just enough that she doesn’t combust completely. Her sense of self begins to fragment—first at the edges, then in great, reckless shards as the sensation blots out thought.

“How is this possible?” “It hurts,” I said, feeling tears fill my eyes. “Oh Amelia,” he said pulling me closer as he turned the water off, he leaned over grabbing a towel before wrapping me in it. “I think I figured out what else you are.” “What?” “You, my love, are a dragon.” He said, resting his hands against my cheeks. “It’s got to be very diluted, but it’s there, or you wouldn’t have been able to claim me. Only a dragon can make a claim like this.” He said, tracing his fingers over the pale angry marks on his chest with a soft expression. They looked similar to Marcus’ but different.

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for

Its tail curled around a pile of red-gold fruit, and it bit through the hard skin with slow jaws. It ate fruit. Maybe it would be easier to approach than something that hunted for its food. I checked the path behind me. A root crossed the downhill trail; I stepped over it once, testing my footing. I returned to the trees, leaving the way clear. The dragon raised its head as I stepped into view. “Hello,” I said. “My name is Lena Vale.” The dragon stopped chewing. I stayed several paces away and lifted both hands. “My mother is Mara Vale. She has an illness nobody knows how to cure. I need to win the Claim so the king will grant my wish,” I said.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

He started to squeeze Louis's neck tightly. Louis started to struggle to free himself away from Drake. But Drake is furious and all he wanted to do right now is kill the man in front of him. By his scent, Drake immediately recognized the other man as a red dragon. Red dragons have a very sinister smell associated with them. "A stupid red dragon" he roared angrily. Louis became purple with a lack of oxygen. His strength is a no match in front of Drake. He is the most powerful living dragon in the world. Soon Louis stopped struggling and Drake let him go after he confirmed that the man is dead.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin